There are days when I rush through the ‘to do’ list and wonder if or when I will see answered prayers. I still seem to be a spoiled child, wanting more and more, asking for more and forgetting to be content with what I have.
Turning my eyes from the world, unplugging, leaving the television and computers off, seeking truth and wisdom – desiring the Holy, yet breaking and succombing to the worldly seems more natural and easy.
Through the day in and day out there are blessings all around. And those blessings, while they may be easy to miss when my eyes are not focused on truth and beauty, but on tasks I think need to be completed, sometimes shout out loud and I”m overwhelmed by the beauty of the moments that seem to transcend this world and send me into a place I never expected.
A special weekend this year was was filled with many of these moments. My Dad, who hasn’t traveled alone in over 20 years, made it to our home – Alone. It wasn’t by choice. It was due to recent chemo treatments that he could not travel with one who has been loving to him for so long.
Yet, he did it. He showed up and loved on my children the way I never had a Grandpa love on me. In his own way and through his desire to show his love with them, he came. Tired and worried, he traveled the roads alone.
The beauty and pride in his eyes was so visible to my children. He watched and laughed as each one of my babes said “Grandpa, watch this – and they asked the millions of questions they longed to know. And that night, that first night, he watched my sweet girl dressed for a dance with her Daddy.
I wonder, will he ever know how much that meant to her?
Saturday was relaxed and fun. We played games, colored, walked around the yard and just enjoyed time together. No one rushing or needing to be anywhere. It was a day to just be – together.
We were not aware of the life-changing moments we would experiencing on Sunday. Moments that would truly turn our world upside down. It was the day he really came for. A day to watch my sweet girl publicly proclaim her love and obedience to the Father and Son.
It was a day of answered prayers that have remained unspoken.
My tears began as I helped her dress and the Pastor prayed over her before I ran to my seat. Little did I know that new friends we have met through our small group filled our church. As I opened the door, I was so overwhelmed by the love of friends who drove for miles to show my daughter how much they love her and how important this is to them and the body of Christ.
As I sat, I looked around and caught their eyes. My own were filled with tears and I realized my Dad – her GrandFather was gasping for air, trying to control his own emotions and Daddy – was standing on stage trying to pray.
His words were not the ones he had thought of during his morning quiet time. They are words I don’t think anyone will forget….
‘watching my daughter grow from a child to a woman. as I give her back to you.’
The tears fell, for joy and sorrow. Joy for the sound of angels singing in the Heavens and the Father welcoming a prodigal home. Sorrow for the pain to come. The truth that so many times she will be tempted and fail. Joy for the many many times, she will be tempted and will follow in the steps of her savior. Sorrow for the hatred so many have for the truth of Christ that will lead to some persecution.
Joy in the knowledge that my prayers are being heard and answered.
As they walked her over and she stepped in the water, I was overwhelmed with the emotions I was experiencing. At her age, I had not handed my heart to Christ and had not even read the Bible enough to quote one scripture. Yet, here she was, far beyond I ever imagined at this age.
And I knew. It was not because of me. It was because of Christ. This moment, the moment I sat and watched, I let it soak in. I took a few pictures, but I lived the moments. I captured them for her and lived them for me. Her face before and after – did not change. But the faces around her, witnessing this young girl step out and proclaim the truth – it was (as our pastor said) the most beautiful sermon she would ever preach.
The tears fell, the sobs were heard across the room. Not mine, but those of the ones who came to watch and witness the answer of
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